I held on to his shoulders as I felt him pound me against the wall, my lips pressing into his neck to silence my screams when he made me come. “Dax…yes.” My mouth moved to his ear, and I panted. “Yes…yes…god.”
He grunted as he fucked me harder, coming a few seconds later. He gripped me hard as he finished, pumping inside me while he filled the condom. He lingered for a few moments before he pulled away, revealing that hot, lustful expression in his eyes, like fucking me in the alleyway only made him want to fuck me again.
Like the lady that I was, I readjusted my panties, pushed down my dress, and then fixed my hair like nothing happened.
He rolled off the condom and tossed it into the dumpster, which was convenient. Then he pulled up his bottoms and adjusted himself like he hadn’t just had hot and dirty sex a minute ago.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the alleyway. “Come on, let’s get a hot dog. I’m starving.”
Seven
Charlie
The girls walked away and headed to the dance floor, all three of them immediately standing out because they were beautiful and fun. They spun around and took up more room than they needed because they were the life of the party.
I watched Denise in her black dress, the way it hugged her sexy curves in all the right places. Carson was a thin brunette, with green eyes and fair skin. Denise was blond with blue eyes, and she looked so different from Carson, it was hard to believe they were related. That was probably why I found Denise sexy and Carson…like a little sister who could throw a good punch.
Matt slapped me on the back. “Dude, there’re a ton of other women to drool over. Forget about her.”
Dax had been staring at them too, his eyes focused on Carson. But now, he turned to me, his hand wrapped around his short glass of scotch. He stood across from us, in an olive-green t-shirt and black jeans.
His expression was difficult to read, but I wanted to make sure he didn’t make the wrong assumption. “He’s talking about Denise.”
Dax took a drink before he licked his lips. His expression was exactly the same, so maybe he hadn’t assumed we were talking about Carson. “Why don’t you go for it?”
“It’s complicated.” I held my beer and glanced at them.
“Really complicated,” Matt said. “Charlie and Kat were together for two years before he ended it. Going after Denise will cause a lot of problems.”
Dax stared at the girls again, his eyes on Carson, who stopped to laugh about something that just happened. “What’s the deal with Carson?”
“Meaning…?” I wouldn’t sell her secrets or betray her trust, so I decided to act dumb. There’d been guys before Dax who wanted more and never got it. The no-strings relationship was great in the beginning, but then they realized it wasn’t enough.
“She hasn’t asked me a single question since we met. That deal.” He brought his glass to his lips again and took a drink.
I shrugged. “She likes to keep it casual.”
He shook his glass. “This isn’t casual. This is sterile.”
That was the best description I’d heard.
Matt intervened. “You get to nail a cool, sexy chick. So, I’d just leave it alone.”
Dax shifted his gaze to him and watched him for a long time. He was different from the other guys Carson usually brought. He didn’t say much, but it wasn’t because he was shy. He was clearly confident. He was strong. He always drank scotch and fit into the group without needing to make small talk. “You’ve had this conversation before.”
“A bit,” Matt said with a shrug.
Dax looked at me again.
The stare was so intense, I felt obligated to speak. “She’s not going to change, so I wouldn’t bother.”
“And you aren’t going to tell me why?” Dax asked.
Matt and I looked at each other before we shook our heads. “Sorry, man. We take our secrets to the grave.”
Dax turned back to Carson and stared at her while keeping his hand on his drink. He drank from his glass as he watched, his eyes trained and unblinking. She was a target, and he wouldn’t miss. “I’ve been with a lot of women who say they want something casual. But that never lasts. After they see you for a while, they push for something more. Carson is the first woman I’ve ever been with who actually means what she says.”
I hardly knew the guy, but there was something I liked about him. He was calm and collected, good-looking, carried himself well, like he was a sergeant or something. He didn’t annoy us with obnoxious conversation or comments. He was the kind of man that could complement Carson because he seemed supportive of her career rather than intimidated. He found her opinions interesting rather than off-putting. And he didn’t look fragile, like he could handle her coldness, could put up with her complications instead of fueling them. “Yeah, she’s pretty literal.”
He downed the rest of his scotch then wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “I’m gonna get another drink.” He left the table and headed to the bar.
Matt released a deep breath, like he’d been holding it for a while. “Man…he’s so fucking hot.”
The three of us headed back to the apartment, Carson barefoot because she was going to break her ankle wobbling drunkenly in her heels. She crossed the threshold and threw her heels on the floor. “I hate these fucking things…” Her hands went to her hips, and she looked at them on the floor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” She bent down and grabbed them both. “I take it back.” She cradled them to her chest and kissed both of them. “I didn’t mean it.”
I looked at Dax and rolled my eyes.
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile.
Carson put her heels on the dining table. “My babies…” She petted them like they were a pair of cats.
“Yes,” I said sarcastically. “Put the dirty-ass shoes that you wore all through Manhattan on the dining table.”
“These dirty-ass shoes cost me a fortune,” she snapped. “They’re more expensive than the table.”
“If that’s true, then you need to change your priorities.” I set my wallet and keys on the counter.
Carson turned to Dax and locked her arms around his neck before she kissed him. “Come on, stud. Let’s go have sex.” She grabbed his hand and started to pull him toward the hallway.
He dropped her hand. “I’m gonna take off.”
“What?” She turned back, her eyes open and livid.
“I just wanted to make sure you made it back in one piece.”
“I have Charlie for that,” she argued. “You’re my D dealer.”
I rolled my eyes because I couldn’t believe the shit that came out of her mouth sometimes.
“You give the best D in this city,” she continued. “Come on.” She grabbed for his hand again.
He smiled as he circled his arms around her and held her close. “Another time.”
“You don’t want me?” She pouted her lips.
“I do.” He kissed her on the mouth. “I’m just don’t want to sleep with a drunk woman.”